Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.